LOL when I had Leroy, he was a hardheaded, straight line thinker. He was a HORRIBLE trail horse. Lazy, prone to dragging his feet, and if a cow trail went under a red cedar, a honey locust or a bois d'arc tree, and if he could walk under said tree to stay on the trail or hug the trail around said tree, he would. Nevermind the hooman on his back. Pfft. Whatever human.
He would. not. let me steer him AROUND anything. Nope. He would brace against the bit, and the muscles in his neck would swell... and we were by. god. going. his. way. and we were by. god. staying. on THIS trail, no matter what. He was an equine bulldozer. He was even yellow.
He was exhausting to ride because it was a constant fight with him. He would fight his rider (me) SO HARD he would either plow headlong, at speed, into a tree trunk, or stumble and fall down, or THROW himself down, because he was fighting me so hard to do it his way.
So, at the time, I thought he was a better option that Trigger. Trigger was still in his scary bolting stage. We hauled Leroy, the kids and their horses, and Gina, my husband's mare, out to an 800 acre lease where a friend had let my husband run a handful of cow-calf pairs. One pair had gone missing. This was mid-December. We made a day of it, riding the lease and looking for these two cows (Never found them). We even packed saddle bags with sandwiches, drinks, snacks.
LEROY knew exactly where the trailer was parked, no matter where we were on that property. No matter how thick the brush and briers, he fought me to go back to the trailer all. day. long. He ran me under bois d'arc trees, through cedar trees, almost into a locust tree - Those thorns, which are also toxic, looked a foot long when I realized where he was taking me and the fight was on).
On the way out and actually back to the trailer, we got lost in the brush and some scrub oaks. Lots of fallen limbs hidden under a thick carpet of oak leaves. He starts fighting me to go along a cow trail, which would have taken me through a face full of oaks and cedars, I told him no. We started to struggle, he was throwing his head around so hard and paying so little attention where he put his feet, that he stepped on a small log and it rolled out from under his hoof.
He was mid-head toss... which threw him off balance and thus began the long, slow fall.
Hubs said big yellow Leroy looked like Bambi on Ice. All legs and struggling to stay on his feet. I lost my seat, got pitched forward, and all I could think about was this big moron was going to crash down on me and if I didn't get my right foot out of the stirrup, he was going to take me down with him and crush me 30 miles from town in a place with no cell signal to call for help.
I was dangling from his neck, shaking my right foot... and finally got loose, fell off him on the left, and he fell completely on his face into a tree on the right side.
Husband said that was the slowest, ugliest 'fall' he's ever seen anyone take. LOL
That same trip, Nope, Oops' momma, got stupid at a very narrow opening in the fence between two pastures. To the right was a steel T post and the fence, there's a 3ft wide opening for cows, then to the left was a big red oak. Nope began fighting daughter to go to the right of the T-post, but that's where there was a decrepit old barbed wire fence. Daughter and Nope fight it out, somehow her pants leg gets over the top of the T post, Nope pops up on the front end, comes down, T Post nearly goes into Daughter's leg. She comes off the horse on the other side of the fence. To add insult to injury, Nope had the temerity to look ashamed of herself and apologized by nuzzling daughter until she could 'walk it off'.
Meanwhile, Son and Supes got lost in the brush. WAYYYYY OUT AHEAD, HERE comes son on Supes, at an Old West Cowboy lope, coming out of the winter sunset, headed our way. Son's face is scratched on both sides from nose to ears, blood dripping - but he was grinning hard.
Oh, and at one point we had stopped at a pond to let them all rest and get a drink - daugher got off Nope, led her up to the water's edge, took one too many steps forward, sunk in sticky clay mud UP TO HER KNEE, her boot filled with cold water, and when she pulled her leg back, the boot sucked off her leg and disappeared in the mud. I held Gina and Nope, Daughter was useless, sitting on the pond dam, laughing so hard her face was hurting, her sock and jeans soaked.... she's trying to wring out her sock and just dying laughing. Hubs had to dig the boot out of the mud, nearly got stuck himself, nearly fell in headfirst, realized her spur had it jammed up in the mud. Took about 10 minutes to dig it out, then they had to find solid footing, and wash it out.
THAT was a trip from Hell. But we still all laugh about it. Pic below is from shortly before the mud sticking incident. I was the one taking the picture. Son is on Supes, Gina, and Hubs are in the middle, Daughter and Nope (Who was about to go pee and is parked out a little) are on the left.